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Maya decided to go on the prowl that night. She gathered some friends, and by the time of her second drink, she'd picked up a Feline. The Lion was a bit shorter than most, but even if he wasn't, Maya still would have had an easy time hoisting him over her shoulder. A drunken cheer went up as she staggered away without dropping him; it was still sloshing through her mind when she let him down at her place.

As soon as he had landed, he struggled to throw his clothes aside. She watched, waited, and lay down underneath him; the relative size of his maleness to the rest of him got her licking her lips. Spreading her thick, strong legs underneath him, she slurred out, "Let me feel that soft tongue first..."

After a dry gulp, her male stretched forward, his claws shredding her cheap, flimsy undergarments. With a deep breath of feminine lust, he pulled down the spotted Hyena lady's skirt. Then he stopped. Then he stared. Then he said something really insulting. Then he got thrown out in a shower of his own clothes.

"So what did he say? Something like he never gave oral before and wouldn't start for you?"

"No, he made fun of my clit. He called me a herm, or on steroids, or something. I'm just glad he didn't make some crack about getting it chopped off, or I'd have bit right down on his balls or something."

Carmilla dropped her weights and got up off the bench. They'd met and become friends months ago, when the quiet Lapine had seen her thrashing away and offered to spot her. Her technique improved soon after, mimicking Carmilla's smooth lifting and deep breaths, but working out still brought out a sort of ferocity in her. Stretching and lifting, her friend's favourite parts, bored her in comparison to the breathless exhilaration of running, or the rush of slamming the ball as hard as she could on the squash courts (except for the inevitable, "Out!"). She envied Carmilla's almost meditative calm, even more after one time at the cheerful Horse lady's class: having caught an eyeful of her Lapine friend changing out of her old grey sweatpants-and-hoodie, she'd had an uncomfortable time walking back home.

Now, she felt her gentle, reassuring touch as she took to the bench after adjusting the weights. "Don't dwell on it," Carmilla said in her faint accent - much more faint, not to mention different, than Maya's. "You can't teach anyone by hurting them." She still wanted to shove her arms upward and hold them there, but thanks to the calming influence, she made sure to breathe deeply and push gradually, repeatedly, until her arms finally tired out. Carmilla helped her bring the weight back to where it should rest.

They trained with free weights, and had fun with medicine balls. Maya out-sped Carmilla, but was later overtaken while gasping for breath. Cool-down stretching only got interrupted when Maya talked through it.

"Maybe I should just stop for a while, and let things go as they may?"

"Don't give up," Carmilla replied with her eyes closed. "Why forsake your quest to find a caring, sensitive man at a bar or club in a drunken stupor?"

"Hey, I've never been full-on drunk in my life," she disturbed everyone else in the room by saying. "And besides," she lowered her voice, "It isn't about males, it's about love. Sometimes I want a hug, or someone to talk to. If I can find all of that together in someone, who cares what they're packing?"

Carmilla turned her head a little and opened one eye. "That's sweet and philosophical of you. I wish I was as free-spirited as you are, but you can always talk to me. Even when we're trying to relax or meditate," she added.

A cheeky grin broke out on Maya's face. "Well," she whispered, leaning close to her friend's ear,

"Maybe I can grant that-"

"Nope; fully straight."

"Not even a little?"

"Not enough."

The rest of their stretching went on in silence, with as much calm as either of them could manage. Maya still hadn't voiced what she'd want to eat afterwards, how dull her work was, or how much of her favourite book series got thrown away in the adaptation. She had just gotten around to planning out fan fiction of the left-out parts when Carmilla spoke up.

"Oh right; Maya? It might not solve all your problems, but this'd probably help you more than me."

They had already changed and were ready to leave, when Carmilla had offered her a voucher. "I got it the last time I went to the Botanical Gardens," she explained. "They call it a novelty therapeutic experience or something, and it's normally hard to book one. I bet you'd like it."

"Huh? So there's a coupon for a greenhouse plant that does what?"

Carmilla broke eye contact and mumbled a bit to herself, making. Maya ask her again. Still looking shy, her friend explained rapidly. "They have a plant where you use its vines like dildoes. It's sap's good for your fur or skin or something, and you need to do an enema before it." She only spoke quickly when she was worried or embarrassed, and it was the first and only time Maya had ever heard her friend grumble anything. She silently accepted the coupon that had now been thrust at her, and waved her good-bye.

It was Maya's first time in the Gardens, which made her wish she'd gone before. Or did she go, when she was young, but forgotten it? Her momentary confusion faded as soon as the mixes of scent hit her nose: pleasant flowers, almost savoury tree bark, and fruits of every shape, size and colour. She didn't know the names for most of the plants, but saw a Dog in a lab coat and assumed he could tell each kind of grass apart by the smell alone.

Rather than ask around about the vibrator vines, she was happy to stroll around the place, reading up on anything that looked or smelled nice, until she spotted a door to a smaller, rounded greenhouse off to one side. There was a unisex restroom door next to it, and another Canine attendant at a desk on wheels nearby. Since the exhibit's name had "eroticus" in italics at the end, she figured she was at the right place.

"Excuse me, I made the appointment for now," she explained, dropping the voucher on the desk. "I'm Maya, here for this afternoon."

"Maya... Ah, you're actually a little late, but go right ahead." She slid a few papers over and continued, "just sign here, make sure to do everything you need to in the washroom first, and no recording equipment's allowed. Is this your first time?"

"Yeah. Is there anything I should know?"

The attendant gave her a smile. "Just lie back and relax, don't force anything, it can't and won't hurt you, and there's a presentation on its biology if you'd like to see it first."

Not wanting to risk ruining anything for herself, Maya declined to see it. Instead, she went through the washroom, following the directions to make sure she was ready. Though it wasn't her first time with some of it, and a bit of it still felt uncomfortable, she still liked the feeling of being all clean inside and out as much as she did coming in from a workout all sweaty and tired. With a happy wave to the attendant who said, "Just bite down on it if you want it to stop early," she went into the side room that was made of one-way glass.

The first thing she noticed was the faint spicy-sweet smell, even though she normally had to focus on smelling to pick them out. After dropping off her bag at the door, she walked over to the wide pot in the centre of the room. Other than the clothing rack, the watering sprinkler at the ceiling, and the open blinds on all sides, the room was only furnished with a few fake trees that were currently in use. Seven ovoid bulbs grew out of the pot, surrounded by flat leaves and a mass of thick vines. They had grown out on the floor, most of them wrapping around the fake trees, hanging off of their branches. Each vine had a slightly bulbous end to it, and the ones closest to her swayed slightly at her approach. The whole thing made her wonder if it ever really existed in nature before, or if it was specially grown somehow. She'd see the presentation when she was through, she decided.

As she reached for her top, she felt a flash of self-consciousness. Closing the blinds would darken the room further, but she already knew that nobody could see in anyway. The whole thing made her giggle as she tossed her shirt and her bra at the clothes rack, her skirt, panties and leg warmers following. With the last toss of her garments, she noticed the mirror on the back of the door, and smiled. After a reflexive brush of her hair, she began to relax and limber up. Breathing deeply, she reached up, touched her toes, then went into squats. Her mind drifted back to her morning squats with the big, weighted ball bearings, and her clit began to flush. The image of Camilla came to mind, shy, yet powerful - Nah, she'd never want to... That hot Rhino she'd had a crush on since - He was never much of a cuddler... She looked up to notice the vines reaching for her, the plant's fragrance growing a bit more pervasive at her budding arousal and stepped backward. Well, at least I can crank out a few wet ones here. Thanks, Carmilla. She flexed her powerful arms and legs as the vines wrapped around them, running her fingers around their slightly spongy surfaces. A larger one touched against her tail. She leaned back a bit, letting it wrap around her midriff and slide its way up her abs to nestle its head between her breasts. She felt a bit of pressure, but the five of them alone weren't enough to lift her up off the ground by themselves. The thought of being too strong for them made her feel even more powerful than before. She leaned forward, adopting a wider stance, and carefully touched one that was winding around her thigh, guiding it to her ready sex. It touched her, letting her feel its thin sheen of slick sap, but only gently. She gave it a little push, and it slipped in, making her gasp as it touched against her soft spot. Straightening back up, her eyes went back to the mirror: she could see and feel the thick vine slipping in deeper, and she wanted more. The ones around her arms had entwined their way past her shoulders, their ends hanging down near her breasts. An idea struck her: she slipped the vines underneath them, gently pressing their heads against her nipples. They sort of squished over them, forming a tight seal as if both were being suckled at once. Her knees almost buckled, and she almost tripped over the plant's pot, but other vines had reached over to support her. The sudden fear of falling turned into an erotic thrill, heightened when she felt the smaller bulb around her other leg start to press against her rear. She reached for it, but stopped when the vine that was already in her had filled her as far as it could. All she needed to do was flex her muscles to give it a squeeze, and it stopped, wriggling slowly and beautifully where it was. She stood a while longer, letting the feeling grow subtly. The vines that held on to her let her breathe normally, and the ones on her breasts squeezed gently, but firmly. It felt like a soft massage, both inside and out, but her legs began to tire from holding her pose for so long. Figuring this was the best possible first time for it, she put her fingers on the smaller vine, rubbed its slick end under her tail, took a deep breath, and pushed it in. The uncomfortable twinge of her first rear entrance soon faded as the vine slid further, leaving only a pleasurable feeling of fullness, front and back. When she felt a touch against the back of her head, she was ready. She held out her arms and leaned back, letting the vines support her weight. Slowly but surely, Maya was lifted off of the floor. She giggled at the touch of a pair of tendrils against her feet, but relaxed even further when the tickling stopped. She was dripping now, the nectar of the plant and herself landing on the broad, flat leaves. A tight squeeze stopped the rear vine from going any further than she wanted it to go, leaving her exactly as full as she liked. It was like floating on air and humping the clouds. She laughed loudly at the thought, wiggling herself against the vines. Feeling her first climax approach, she closed her eyes and let it build. She'd never felt one that was so gradual before, starting deep inside and expanding outward until her eyes fluttered, her toes curled, her tail twitched and her juices spilled out in a strong gush. It left her gasping for breath, but wanting more at the same time. Tilting her head forward, she gave the one between her breasts a slow lick, savouring the taste of the sap that had been dripping over her. She had just thought about trying to make her next one more intense, when she felt a touch against her clit. The small one around her waist, about the size of the ones on her nipples, was bumping against it. She growled out, "Oh, yes please!" And thrust her crotch out. Normally large by Hyena standards (partially, she assumed, due to her fitness regime making her bulge all over), it was easily found. Her gaze went from the mirror to herself, where she watched the bulbous end stretch itself to translucency until it had her all the way down. Her laugh turned into a groan as it squeezed around her, suckling like the best oral she'd ever had. The tight seal drew her clit to its full size, sending a lustful surge right through it into the rest of her. As her second climax neared, she fixed her eyes on the mirror, gritting her teeth and watching herself cum. "Yeah... Oh yeah, this is it. I wanna - Agh - Anh!" Between her grunts and gasps, she watched what she felt. The first one was gentle, but the second was intense, rushing instead of spreading as her juices poured down the vine and all over the flowers. Even after it ended, smaller shocks got her twitching and shivering some more. "Oh yeah, more!" Her head tilted back and her mouth opened wide for a long, loud groan of delight. She saw the end of the vine that cradled her head, and lapped at it. It drew closer, dripping its juice on her forehead and cheek, before she caught it in her mouth. Maya brought one arm around, slowly enough so she wouldn't ruin anything, and kept it from going in too far for her to breathe. Then she let go, closed her eyes, and felt the plant's gentle movements. Rocking slightly, feeling the vines inside her, and the parts of her inside them, she let the juice drip down her throat and over her well-trained body, watering the plant with her cum. She later found that she had spent over two hours in its embrace, though it felt, to her, like a long time that was over too soon. Juice leaked from the ends all over and inside her, but not as much as she squirted with every orgasm she had. The vines' grip loosened each time she'd cum, only to increase again when she'd tug them once more. Images swam in her mind, of sexy friends cumming hands-free just from watching her, or from pleasuring her every which-way at once. Though just the thought of what was happening to her - getting stimulated all over by vines - was enough to set her off with more of a laugh than a gasp. Each climax was as powerful as the last, even when she began to tire and feel sore. Her eyes slowly opened, only to go wide as a new surge blasted through her from everywhere at once. Reaching up with both arms, stopping only to pluck the ones from her nipples, she gripped the vine in her mouth and pulled it out slowly enough not to gag. Her hands squeezing around it gave her a small mouthful of its juice on the way out, and the one around her clit started to relax its grip on her. The vines around her arms retreated at her motions, the others letting her slowly to the ground. After letting her feet go, some quick thrashing made the ones around her legs and midriff retreat. She had to pull the one off her clit herself, giving her one last shiver as it left. She rubbed it a bit, admiring how much it had grown and thinking of buying one of those air pumps for it, before reaching down below to pull the last two from her, bit by bit. She took a step, only to nearly fall over. The sexual backwash left her stretching and yawning on the floor before grabbing the complimentary towel to wipe the plant juice from her fur. She checked her watch, and was surprised at how long she'd spent, but still wished she could've gone a little longer. She took another look at herself in the mirror as she slipped her panties back on and hooked up her bra: strong, confident, and fully satisfied, not to mention able to fix her hair from, "Guess How Many Times I Came" to, "I Can Be Curly, But I Don't Want To Today". "Thanks for-" she stopped as she turned around, feeling embarrassed for thanking a plant that, for all she knew, was just trying to get someone to water it or something. She held herself in her powerful arms for a while, quiet except for a sigh. The sight of her clit poking out against her underwear brought a smile back to her face as she became glad that she didn't wear pants today. Fortunately, the plant juice wiped away easily, and the rest of her clothes were soon smoothed out and put back on. She thought to herself about buying a voucher for Carmilla in return, but laughed when she imagined her friend getting afraid of it or embarrassed. "How was it?" The botanist asked as. Maya closed the door behind her. "Did everything go okay?"

"Honey, that was amazing! Say, would you-" she paused; the Dog lady wore no jewelry, and looked like she had normally-thick, gold-ish fur that she'd kept short.

"Yes?"

"...show me that presentation? Does it need something we produce, like it's some kind of symbiosis?" "Sure, just take a seat!" As the attendant turned on the screen and set it going, Maya, content for now, flopped down into her seat and stretched.